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The Path to Heroism	By : cyberdemon107 Category: +S through Z > WAKFU MMORPG Views: 1823 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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The Sram's cold, precise fingers guided a long, double-edged dagger across a strip of leather with a barely audible drag. A sharp tap, and the blade reversed direction , traveling back up the strip with mechanical precision. Perfect focus, absolute concentration, the blade repeated the movement over and over, then lifted to Zell's face. His eyes narrowed, examining the reflection. After all this time he still... couldn't grow a stubble. Goultard must be laughing his ass off.
His gaze drifted to the pressure on his lap, from the head of the girl sleeping there. Her bruises had evaporated practically before his eyes and the tan, unblemished skin with dark tattooed whiskers was quite becoming. He brushed the clumps of dirty auburn hair off her forehead. Her ear flicked and she jerked, kicking the dirt unconsciously. "Chasing cats again" whispered Zell. Rian didn't hear him, smiling in her sleep. Her painted hands cradled in front of her bare chest. Gently grasping the girl's head, he set it on the ground. Another needed his attention more pressingly.
He walked towards the looted caravan. A howl of steel cutting through the air signaled a sword swing, then another. The Iop was brandishing the heavy blade, swinging at the air. Frustration and intensity concealed other emotions. But he could feel it, something wasn't right in her heart. She turned and stabbed the blade into the ground and went towards him with long, impatient strides.
"Hey uh..."
"Fight me." A punch flew hard. Zell barely dodged, the girl's fist grazing his ear, painfully.
"What's wrong?" Another blow fell short as he retreated, his back to a wagon.
"Why didn't you tell me you had feelings for her?" Oh, it was jealousy. Thank goo-
Wham! A right hook hit him clean in the jaw. A copy dissolved into ashes and the punch pierced the wagon's barding like tissue paper. The Sram appeared behind Eliandra and cradled her arms with his, hoping to staunch aggression.
"I didn't. I wanted to kill her until last evening. But, it's my fault she got tied up in this. My family made her an orphan. Wouldn't you feel responsible if OOF" An elbow to the ribs stopped his train of thought.
"You're over thinking it!" she grabbed the Sram with both hands on the collar of his jumpsuit.
"And you're not thinking at all. Listen! I would never hurt you. But you should understand duty better than anyone." The sentinel shoved him and launched another punch. This time Zell dashed past her and with a hard sweeping kick knocked her off her feet. His hands caught the girl, cradling her back and thighs between his arms.
"If beating me up will make you feel better, go ahead." He held her close "But just... believe me. You are my everything" he cradled her tighter, her breasts pressing to his chest. "In fact, if you're thinking of breaking up with me, you better kill me. I meant what I said in the grotto. I would, rather die."
The sentinels arms found their way around his torso, as her face snuck alongside his. Her fingers didn't linger, instead finding the cords that held his outfit together. In a flash the surprised Sram was shirtless, as the Iop dragged him towards a wagon. He jerked forward and stole a kiss, freezing her on the spot. Their lips played back and forth, tongues fighting a slippery battle, with Zell pulling back and Eliandra following him in anticipation of another, eyes closed and a sliver of saliva stretching between their lips. Her eyes opened, colour spreading on her cheeks, when suddenly the Sram yanked the tunic forward, causing her breasts to pop out on either side. She opened her mouth to protest, but all she could do was moan.
He grabbed hold, his mouth forging an unbreakable bond with a nipple, tongue caressing the warm bump. His fingers sunk in deep, under the weight of her breasts. Ellie just breathed slow and hard, brushing his hair. One of her hands snuck under her clothes, cradling her pubis as her fingers searched for a way inside. Zell broke contact and pulled her breasts up, towards her face. The Iop's eyes opened wide, beguiled and embarrassed at the same time. He reached up and kissed her, then pulled her face towards her breast. Her face a deep scarlet, Ellie caressed her own nipple with her lips.
"Don't stare" she protested. "Don't-" a gasp left her lips, as Zell grabbed one of her thighs and lifted her unto the seat of the wagon. He hastily untied the tassels and tossed aside the front flap of the tunic, exposing her breasts to the sun. She pulled her knees to her chest, one hand still over her groin. Her fingers slid out, exposing the moist, pink flesh amid an orange fuzz. Zell's fingers cradled her buttocks and his thumbs spread her labia. "No, don't tease me" but his face was already there, his warm breath on her privates. Her sweat, mingling smell of wild roses and a hidden scent of shame. His tongue slowly caressed the pink flesh, like an Ecaflip playing with a bowl of cream. He wasn't sure what he was doing, so he just followed the moans. Up and down, along the muscular canal. His tongue caressed the soft, pink flesh, then with a push it pierced the ring of muscle, tasting juices. Eliandra yelped. "p...please, no more. I want you"
He stood up and yanked his now rock-hard cock from it's confines. The head pressed to the Iop's twitching flesh and... slid along without going inside. A gasp. "You jerk! Put it in!" complained the blushing girl.
"Calm down. You're adorable when you beg." His head realigned and pushed inside the slick passage. Like liquid silk she cradled him and contorted to his every inch. Her breathing deepened and eyes closed in extasy. He pulled out and slammed inside, hard, sending the Iop's soft breasts jiggling. Gripping her ankles by the leather boots, he built up rhythm, the clap of flesh as his pelvis connected with her glutes oh so intoxicating. One hand reached over and caressed her lips. Her mouth instinctively seized a finger, her tongue cradling it before releasing with a smack of the lips.
"Stop, stop." The Iop pushed him back. Puzzled, Zell withdrew, slivers of precum trailing his penis from the throbbing flesh. She reached down and caressed the labia, collecting moisture. Then, her index finger started to rub on her little bump of an asshole. "I... want it to be my first time with you" The finger slipped inside, repeatedly. After a few tries she motioned him over and guided his head to the throbbing button. "Be gentle" She smiled, breathing hard. The head of his penis pushed against the virgin flesh, her heartbeat almost audible. Then he pushed.
A long-winded moan of pleasure and pain left the Iop's mouth. She bit her lips and closed her eyes, as inch by inch the Sram pushed deeper inside. A trickle of tears ran from the corners of her eyes. Zell cradled her soft thighs and kept pushing, until they connected by the pelvis. His hands dug into the Iop's soft butt as he pulled out, the coils of muscle intent on keeping him trapped. Then, another slow push, into the pulsing ring, as the Iop was crying out and cradling her breasts. "Faster... I can take it"
Breathing hard, he built up speed. The trickle of moisture from her pussy dripped right unto his shaft, easing the entry. Her flesh began to heat up like a kiln, his hot sword piercing deeper into the inferno. Each impact sent a wave of energy along her backside, making the tissue ripple. She was crying out now, close to screaming. Zell grabbed her back and thigh and lifted her off the wooden pedestal, supporting her whole. Her arms instinctively went around his back as she clung to the Sram, her hot breath tickling his neck. Push. Gasp. Another. Yelp. The Iop pulled away, finding Zell's face, her eyes moist with tears. Their lips locked tightly, holding breath as her sphincter gripped his shaft like a ravenous lover, refusing to let go. She trembled and held on tightly, whispering sweet thoughts into his ear. Carefully cradling the girl he set her down unto the wagon. His breath still heavy, he pulled out, being careful not to catch the drip of come either in her hair or clothes. No need to repeat that.
"You were mar-velous." said the panting Iop.
"Yeah..." he sighted.
"You were both great" came a voice from the side. Topless Rian was straightening her skirt. "I suppose you think she was better than me even in that department" The sentinel hastily tied the tassels of her tunic, frowning.
"How long were you there for?"
"Long enough" She sucked her fingers. "So, you're all rested now?"
"Only if you are."
"Relax, we have plenty of time." The casual attitude seemed to really tick off the Sentinel. She went closer and put her hands on her hips.
"How can you be so sure?"
"Bask needs nightfall to release his full ability and use magic. We have the edge. Oh, and it's good that you made amends." She sighted. "I hope you know what you're getting into. Let's hope this is not our last day together, Zell"
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